West Rutland High School - Green and Gold Yearbook (West Rutland, VT)

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VALEDICTORIAN Claire Margaret Battles SALUTLTOBIAN Marion Regina Tumielewicz U1 GH HO NORS Claire Margaret Battles Marion Regina Tumielewioz Pauline Julie Oraech Theresa Marie Tretowicz Marie Therese Wasik HONORS Violet Maia Brown Raymond Walter McNamara Janet Monica Stomper Robert Vernon Johnson Mary Theresa Taran Kathleen Frances Fitzsimmons Janet Mae Parker Robert Patrick Young R - - utland Hzstorzcal Society and the Rutland Free L .b lfwy, 2 7'

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13? prepsred. The frsgrsrcc of thc sizzling hot dogs and the gran' toasted marshmallows wos beyond description. Soon our rsvsnous sppctises were sctisficde We snmyyed pictures of th,i QgJ4utLw,-3 rc1r'inL:.1L:i -3. . , - . Ohl what e glorious dcyl Fell was actually on its march. A baby grey sjufrrsl set amid the golden :nd scarlet lecvns that were fluttering to the ground. As white tinted clouds lolled eimlccslv towsrd thc cost, the slmwcr Lirds fluttercd southward. Those clouds seemed like small and lerge boots sailing along and trailing csch other scross the open szure sky. We watched the golden grasses form waves in the timid breezes. Everything spncercd to be so o:eceful ond guy. We found peculiar plants of verious sizes rnd colors. Scrutinizing o few, we reached s conclusion that csch Rgsscssod. its own individual beauty. et 1 wonderful world! ' Sitting around would not bring us to Poultney, so we decided to proceed on our journey. The first information sign that wc encountered woe in South Poultney. -nl could we really be thot close to Poultney? New everything wss working out mcrvclouslyf-o flcwless road, our recently rcnowcd pep, and our necrness to our destination. - After admiring the beautiful, colorful homes with their spscious lawns, large majestic trees, ond the colorful flower beds, wc decided to visit our friends. The warmth of the reception extended us by these wonderful friends was grently epprccietod by us, thc vegatonds. v,,i,,AL,SMQLnlQGk. our thoughts turned to the journey home. Tho sun scnk lower end lower. Nightfnll was creeping up slowly. Tho crickets chdttcrod constantly in the bushes and sometimes the gcy, raucous squcwk of the crows come omor the hill. The sky was beautiful. There were mcny picturesque hues of blue, pink, onus, green, etc. These colors blended into numerous forms. Anyone could procure s lovely sccnc from the sky. Tho sun was slrcody hidden bchind the huge mountnin but still, thc rndicnt rays from it shone to furnish Q perfect background for the sky colors. Homcwcrd wc traveled slowly. Us had no ambition to admire anything but just to get to that --seemingly far-- homc. Finally at 8:00 p.m. wc crrivcd home with swollen feet nnd aching legs, and to put it bluntly--deed tired. Nevertheless, that wssn't too bsdg look what wo had to our credit--c forty-mile bicycle trip. Oh! what glorious dey! Therese Tretowicz This yearbook was digitized by volunteers from the

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This yearbook was digitized by volunteers from the